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So, uh, my walk and talk with Jean was very clarifying.

T-- Oh, where'd you go? I lost you. Oh, there you are.

Okay, take two, and action!

Walk and talk, Jean, clarifying. Freeing, really.

It's not only allowed me to rehire Xeni, yay,

it opened me up to a couple of his requests.

They were demands. Demand one, we will not be best friends.

Deal! Easy.

Two, we performed a thorough cleanse of the Paula Persimmon brand.

And three, we embarked on a little Riley research trip

to a place where I've gotten many a daydream idea.

This is where Riley's independent, sophisticated experiences come

to simmer, to steep,

to brew into maturity, and maybe rise to the surface.

She's drinking coffee.

She might get a tattoo, yeah. That's an option.

She's considering a nose ring.

Whoa. Rock star.

Or maybe a septum ring!

Uh, what is a septum?

She's even envisioning herself as a teenager.

Affogato for Ms. Persimmon.

Well, actually, I'm a vision drawing Riley did of her teenage self.

Mm-hmm.

I'm sort of aspirational, I guess.

I'm everything Riley wants to grow into.

I'm a human rights lawyer for the UN. And on weekends, I save puppies…

- Bonjour. - …for the UN.

Isn't that right?

Well, it's just…

Yeah. I'm feeling sort of out of touch with our girl, you know?

I thought I knew Riley, but I must be way, way behind.

I don't even know what we're doing here.

This is a total waste of time.

Stop being horrible. The magic is starting.

Riley, I just-- Look. I'm gonna be real with you right now.

I think about you all the time.

You're the most interesting person I know.

You're the only real person I know.

Seriously, I would die for you, Riley.

Oh, my…

So, we found our star. Imaginary Boyfriend.

No, Paula. The word "imaginary" is offensive

because it denies his existence.

- We talked about this. - Fine. Yes. Sorry.

Canadian Boyfriend, which I guess is better.

- I don't know. - It's obviously better.

Well, what's important is that Jean flipped when we pitched it to her.

They pitched this dream at the right time.

They're both terrible. Okay, that one.

With this dance coming up,

the question of, "Who will Riley go with?" is a hot topic.

Jerome waved at me. Should I ask him to the dance?

Well, you have to go with someone.

- Oh. Who are you gonna ask, Ri? - Uh…

- Oh, no! - Don't answer! It's a trap!

Ask someone? Do we ask or they ask?

No time! Answer now!

Asking myself--

uh, someone, to the dance is a question that I'm asking myself.

- Awkward! - Uh,

my brain's not braining.

Nice cover.

Yeah, that was bad.

Paula's Canadian Boyfriend idea could really help Riley make this decision.

But also, I smell a recurring dream.

And romance? Well, I already kicked off the marketing campaign.

Looking good, Stu!

He can't hear me.

Well, here we go.

I got a good feeling about this.

I guess I just want Riley to see me for who I really am.

Who am I? Well, uh, I'm from Canada, among other things.

Uh, actually, not other things. I'm just from Canada.

Oh, is Riley gonna see this?

Come on, C.B.

Okay. Twenty seconds to REM, people.

I'm looking for a real "wherefore art thou" vibe.

Paula, an emergency. It's the lighting. It's missing some calories.

Uh, okay. Uh--

Uh, boss? We got a hot case of cold feet.

What?

Hey, bud. How you doin'?

A-Are you all right?

Is the set too oppressive for your creative flow?

- Xeni. - Because I agree.

No, no. I-It's just, uh--

Look, a lot is goin' on, and I don't even know if Riley thinks about me anymore,

and it makes me sad,

and I don't think I can do this!

I broke the garage. Oh, Riley's dad is gonna kill me!

I'm gonna sort this right out.

Let's tear down the set, people.

We only need black drapes and two fishbowls.

No, Xeni. Hold on.

- Set is fine. I think he can do this. - Copy that. Back to one, people.

Uh, I can't think straight.

If only I could tell her how I really feel.

You know what? You can!

You see that camera up there? That's Riley.

Really? I would die for Riley.

Yes. So, just focus on that connection.

Imagine you're looking right at her, okay?

And we're on in three, two…

Riley. Oh, Riley.

Give me a slow push-in.

I've traveled over 4,000 kilometers…

Cue slo-mo.

…to ask you one thing.

- Wow. - Wow.

Would you ask me to the dance, Riley?

Did you ask him yet?

I'll see him in fifth period.

Hey, guess what. I'm gonna ask someone to the dance.

- Oh, my gosh, who? - What? Who?

- Did you hear what happened? - You think that's 'cause of our dream?

People, the rumors are true.

Riley has decided to ask someone to the dance,

which means last night's dream was a hit!

- Oh, my gosh. - You're fibbing!

- I fib not. Check it out. - No way!

We just made Riley's favorite dream.

I'm telling you, this is just the beginning of a string of hit dreams.

I can feel it! And it's all thanks to every one of you.

"Go team" on three. One, two, three.

- Go team! - Go team!

Look, nobody loves a comeback story more than me,

but let's see how the rest of the season plays out

before we start awarding trophies.

I would've cast the love interest as an emo, sparkly vampire.

But that's just me.

You know, the truth is,

there's a lot of pressure to being a director here.

Your dreams are expected to influence Riley's life,

and if you don't, well, Riley won't remember your work!

It'll be like it never existed.

So, I'm glad Paula found a new direction. And so fast too.

I mean, where did she even find Canadian Boyfriend?

Yeah, this place got real popular. Like, quick.

Everyone wants to find the next Canadian Boyfriend.

And you know, I'm so pumped for Paula.

I liked her the moment I met her. I said to myself--

Mega maple matcha for Gigi!

I said, "There's a gentle, humble soul

who would never let success get to her head."

Paula Persimmon is back, baby.

I hear they might be naming another sandwich after me in the commissary.

The Persimmon Second Act. With thick bacon!

Yes, Paula got her bungalow back, while I,

her partner, got a closet, it appears.

But it's fine. I rather like it actually. Everything is in arm's reach.

The chair is occupied by Melatonin.

Well, I prefer to stand, you know. I feel invigorated!

Hey, crew! Who's back in the game? We are!

- Yeah, Paula! - Yeah, Paula!

- Way to go! - We did well!

But we need to take it to the next level, people.

I really need your A game on this one because now, the studio wants more.

Ooh!

If we can make another hit, we will then own the hottest genre in town.

Romance!

Oh, and one more thing.

Jean is giving us the whole night.

The whole night?

Even post-snooze alarm?

Especially post-snooze alarm.

Don't worry, people. This director has never steered you wrong.

You just buckle up, and you follow my lead.

Paula, a word, please.

I'll remind you of our deal. We are partners.

- That means I'm directing too. - Well--

And I also will remind you that we both found Canadian Boyfriend.

I have as much artistic stake in this dream as you do.

Okay, here's the deal.

The studio is looking at me on this, so the buck has to stop with me,

- see? - Paula.

Look, Xeni. My job is on the line here.

If I don't make an impact on Riley, I'm out,

so if I'm taking all the risk, then I have to be in charge.

But I do want you to direct. I really do.

So how about you be the second unit director?

What's that?

Oh, it's such a good position. It's like Christmas morning.

So, why don't you do it?

Sorry, I'm-- Got somethin' in my throat, Xeni.

What does the second unit do?

Who cares? Doesn't matter.

There's only one Riley-Camera anyway, and I'm using it.

I may not know what a second unit is,

but I'm assuming it doesn't have anything to do with this.

That was a script.

Well, the last dream was a hit.

So, all I have to do is what I did last time.

Wait. What did I do last time?

Yeah. The whole crew has been waiting for this.

You're gonna see us at the top of our game.

Oh…

There are so many moments in the script I love.

Oh, my gosh. When he says-- But then, when he say--

It's gonna be a long night, so, uh, I'm wearing a diaper.

A dream like this is why I do what I do.

And when he says--

And the-- And the way he chews.

Oh, it's just so beautiful.

Finally! A rom-com. It's about time, right?

Yeah. I've been saving this box of tissues for just this night.

Thirty seconds to REM.

Paula, what is our second unit doing?

I do not know, and I do not care. As long as he's occupied.

Looking good, everybody. Looking real good.

- Hi. - Jean! Welcome!

To what do we owe the honor?

I wanted to come down and give you this myself.

Whoa.

Uh, is that…

We call it the "Feelsen machine."

It's a real-time Riley ratings monitor.

Now, you can see if our girl is really feelin' it in the dream,

or if she hates it!

See, your work has been reading sort of stagnant.

You know, boring, in this forgettable place over here.

Like… Oh, well.

But we wanna get it to a… "Look at me, Ma! Over here!" See that?

The studio has total faith that your dream will be an absolute clockbuster.

Because it has to be.

A clockbuster?

Oh, that's a dream so good, you sleep right through your alarm clock.

Like this one.

Look Mom, I Can Fly. Huge numbers! Riley talked about it for weeks.

Even tried flying off the fence, but, well, that's not our department, okay?

That's Impulse Control.

Those people really need to get their act together.

Who he is anyway? We know he's elusive…

Ten seconds to REM, people!

Places, everyone!

Oh!

And we're on in three…

- We're already rolling. - Oh, we're already rolling. Great.

Don't worry about a thing.

I'll get you to the dance on time on my trusty moose, Timbit.

It's only a few klicks away.

Hyah! Take off, eh!

And did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?

Did you hear that?

Riley, you're more beautiful than the great Canadian outdoors.

You're more beautiful than that maple, that bitternut hickory, that red oak.

You're prettier than that balsam fir, and that hemlock and that white ash…

…that bur oak…

…those spruces, that basswood.

Oh, uh… Give me more moose power!

Heigh-ho, Timbit!

They're riding the stupid moose for ten pages!

Oh, just go to second unit, but get the writers in here.

- Excuse me! - Move!

I can't write Canadian. I don't speak metric.

I got it! We jump forward to when they're married, 80, and hate each other.

No. We need to get the ratings up! I'm talking,

Part 3: The Championship Is Tomorrow And I Can't Find My Hockey Stick

- type levels. - The ratings are going up!

- Hey, Riley. - Huh?

I got you a strawberry shake. Your favorite, right?

B-But if you don't like it, I-I can totally get you something else.

Sorry. Riley and I were gonna go to the school dance together,

but you go ahead.

No, I'm sorry. I thought I was taking Riley to the dance.

Yes, and…

It's really up to you, Riley.

He created a love triangle? How?

And for the second one, let's add a dash of malaise,

and throw in a hint of acne-shame.

Why not?

Ugh. Yes. It was brilliant, okay?

But I had an ace up my sleeve too.

Okay, it was the same ace.

Yes, yes. Now try thinking, "He doesn't deserve her!" "Or does he?"

Movin' to first unit!

Thank you!

We're keeping it live, people!

Hike the stacks with me, Riley!

You're the icing on the cake, Riley.

♪ You're never not on my mind Oh my, oh my ♪

He is good.

♪ I'm never not by your side, your side ♪

I maintain that the love triangle is still the purest form.

But if it takes a love hex-angle to beat Paula,

then we'll just have to do that.

- Phew! - Manitoba, please hold the rope.

Pay attention, now. Stay in line.

I see you dawdling, Prince Edward Island.

♪ I'm never gonna let you cry ♪

Justin Beaver isn't working. The numbers are sinking.

- My turn! - Whoa!

- This is a great party, Riley! - Come on, people! Let's dance!

What?

You sure you want all these boyfriends?

Yes, yes, yes!

- Hey there, Riley! - And going back to first unit.

Whoa!

- Riley, over here! - Oh. Wow. You have an axe.

Well, I'm a lumberjack.

Let's keep this party going, people.

- Hiya, Riley! - Come on. Let's dance!

I'm over the moon for you!

You're number one in my heart, eh!

Riley, you're my rainbow in the dark. Or whatever.

Uh, they're a little clingy, right?

We go together like gravy and cheese curds.

What do you think of this dance move?

- You made me a director! - A second unit director!

- I don't know what that means! - Whoa!

- You wanna dance? - Yeah. N-No, thanks.

- Great party, Riley. - Um, thank you, but no.

Don't you wanna dance? Dance with me.

What's the matter?

You are surprisingly strong!

We're losing her.

We could listen to music.

Oh! Whoa!

Uh…

I decided I don't wanna go to the dance with any of you.

I think I'm gonna go with Bree and Grace.

Let me go find them now.

What the--

What?

Riley?

You know what? I just want some space.

Maybe I'll see you later.

It's moving.

Look at that! Are you seeing this?

What's happening? It's going on its own.

What is happening? What is happening?

Watch out!

I'm just gonna get some fresh air.

It's coming!

Go, go go!

Watch out!

Get out of the way!

Watch out!

Pull the cable! Pull the cable!

Take cover!

Take cover!

Riley, I would die for you! Please, give me a--

This is all a little much.

That's it! I'm waking her up.

What the-- What happened to the Wake Up Button?

Oh, no.

Run!

Get out of the way!

- Don't worry, Riley. We're comin'! - Oh! Watch out!

I need a seven-letter word for "cliff" or "precipice."

- Look out! - That's it!

Oh, no! Riley! Riley!

Hey! Watch it.

Stairs!

Oh, no!

Don't worry. We got you, boss!

Riley?

Riley, no!

Everyone pull!

Riley? Are you having a bad dream?

M-Mom?

Phew!

Hey, Paula. They, uh, ran out of boxes, so they put your hits in here.

Oh. Thanks.

I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

Me? Oh, yeah. I'm good.

A speed bump, you know? I mean, how bad was it, real--

Ms. Persimmon? Jean wants to see you and Xeni.

Well, I guess this is--

Right now, Ms. Persimmon.

Mel, stay with Janelle. Okay?

Paula…

Good luck.

But if this happens again, I'm coming down there!

- Right to your office! - I do understand.

I'm not gonna give you just a piece of my mind…

- You yelled that part already. - …I'm gonna give you all of it! Clear?

Yep! Don't you worry.

That was headquarters. They loved it.

- They did? - Of course not!

You broke the Wake Up Button, and oh, oh, almost killed Riley.

Just look at this! I still don't understand what I'm watching.

Riley was still asleep, but she was walking around, and--

In the manual, it says--

She was walking, and she was also asleep.

Asleep and walking? I mean, what do you even call that?

Sleepwalking.

No, no, no, Sadness.

Actually, that's not bad.

And Riley woke up her parents, so now I've got the other studios mad at me too!

See, Dad was having a flying dream.

Do you know how expensive those are?

I put you in the room where it happens, and look what happened!

- But, Auntie, I-- - And you.

I gave you the whole night, Paula.

I knew keeping you on as a director here was a mistake.

Jean, I hear you. You're right.

It was unacceptable,

but we all make mistakes at our first time at bat.

- What? - So, this was all your fault.

Whatever happened to "the buck stops with you," huh?

Well, sometimes the buck stops, and then it keeps going to someone else.

It rolls over, you know?

Bucks stop. That's what they do. There's no such thing as a rolling buck!

Look, I only gave you a job here because your dad begged me.

But now, you're done making dreams.

- But Auntie, I want to make-- - Whoa, Jean.

I think you're better off making

sandwiches.

You're dismissed.

Hey, Jean. I-I didn't mean for you to demote Xeni.

I'm done with Xeni, Paula.

Now, let's talk about you.

You're fired.

That's what I'd say if I had anyone to replace you, but tonight I don't.

So, you have one last shot, Paula.

If tonight's dream isn't the most mature, artful,

life-changing, epiphany-making,

rainbow-popping dream

Riley has ever had,

you will be demoted to brain farts!

That was the chair.